the damage
She will never know what she did to him…
He will never comprehend how deeply his thoughts cut…
The euphoria that comes with brains and bodies flooded with adrenaline, dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin, oxytocin and vasopressin… and who knows what else…
The emotional carnage — if not unparalleled, certainly unexpected.
Moments across time all those years made them into a different people. Drops filling a vessel until there’s no capacity to contain it all.
It is reasonable that they should always be on guard, protecting themselves. Then, now and forever.
One cannot be angry at the sun for getting burned, or the sea when drowning.
She, for better or worse was and is a force of nature… warm and wonderful, cool and comfortable, but when out of control… hell hath no fury, and all.
He, building his castles in his mind where they should always remain… opening the pathways into his troubled soul may have been inspiring, but the woe was… unanticipated and devastating.
The secret people they were in their hearts were kept there with purpose and out of love not just for themselves, but the whole of humanity.
The years ahead will be long ones. So very long.
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